It’s been said that the men in my books have been absent, or weak, or creepy.
If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn’t mind being their mother.
by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds I’ve discovered so far).
Life wasn’t about becoming, was it? It was about being.
Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.
He missed having a wild green world on his doorstep – no rabbits or pheasants or badgers.